Cacophony

Have you ever sat down to appreciate the peace and quiet of life? Well don't come and live in my street. One house has now turned into the pit stop of Monaco grand Prix. Young lads with exhausts louder than the trumpet section of the Halle Orchestra. A jet wash that sounds like a Boeing 747 warming up. 0 to 40 in 3 seconds down our 500 yard close. Hours spent tweaking the engines and body work...missing the point, that there is a life out there..and they are wasting it, by sitting in MacDonalds car park, trying to pull .... Theory is...big noisy exhaust... Small tiny......fill that in yourself . Am i getting old? Maybe. But the rest of neighbours are going mad. But, true British..dare not upset the family. To be fair they are polite and lovely...but the word 'consideration' is not in their vocabulary. If i had just got out the army , i would have been straight across ...i was ill and needed peace. I still need peace...but now look on with mild amusement...as their life passes them by.   At some point though, and with neighbours blessing...i am going to play trombone outside their house while they are trying to relax. A few nights of that should be fun. Mwaaaah